Tuesday, September 25, 2007

Finally, a protest march I'd throw the full weight of my support behind.

Just about every day I check out some news sites that have pictures from around the world. I don't think I'm exaggerating when I say that nearly every day there is a picture of some protest going on somewhere. You know how I use to keep tabs of the AKJ events and cruise ship mishaps; I almost started keeping tabs of the protest of the day. Well, here's one protest where I'd join right in:

Wearing protest signs, from left, Geoff Lock, Margaret Colesanti and Ann Donegan stage a pro-doughnut demonstration at the Koehler Senior Center in Mahopac, N.Y., Thursday, Sept. 13, 2007. At issue is a decision to refuse free doughnuts, pies and breads that were being donated to senior centers around Putnam County. Officials were concerned that the county was setting a bad nutritional precedent by providing mounds of doughnuts and other sweets to seniors. (AP Photo/The Journal News, Joe Larese )

I have a hard enough time listening to Mocha-momma when she tries to dictate what I'm putting into my mouth. "Did you check your blood sugar level; you can only have it if it's under 120."

No way I would put up with some dimwitted, low-level county employee trying to dictate what I'll eat. I wouldn't put up with it while I'm 50; I sure wouldn't put up with it in my 70's, like these people.I can't remember which blog I read that always talks about "the nanny state," that's what this is.

First it's going to be sweets; next thing you know they'll outlaw blogging as detrimental to your health. They need to nip this in the bud now.

I remember a certain episode on the first Bob Newhart Show. He goes in for a physical, and it's determined he's 6 pounds overweight; the doctor tells him that could be six years off the end of his life. Bob says, "I didn't have anything planned for those years anyway."

Who's to know how long you're going to live. Would that have been 6 years off of a possible 106; or would it be off a possible 66.

People die from any of a million different ways. I always think about Linda McCartney---rabid vegetarian, dead in her early 50's--compared to my grandpa---rabid meateater, dead in his mid 70's.